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Growing up, Peyton Spencer fell in love with the boy across the road, Callum Reid.

As the years went by, it only made sense that they would wind up being completely and utterly
infatuated with each other. That was, until the morning Peyton wakes up to find Callum packing up and
leaving the small town they lived in. Left heartbroken and with no explanation, Peyton spends the next
four years of her life without him, ensuring they never cross paths again.

At seventeen and months after Callum leaves her, Peyton buries her

parents—feeling more alone than ever before. Now at twenty-one, she’s inherited the
family hotel, The Spencer-Dayle. Just when she thinks life couldn’t get more complicated, the
one person that shattered her heart, soul and belief returns. For Peyton, his return opens up all her old
wounds and resurfaces the memories she’s tried to forget.

He’s not the same boy she once fell in love with. He’s guarded and

keeps secrets close to him. Peyton knows her life will begin to unravel.Untold truths will finally come to
light. Whether or not Peyton wants to hear it, the truth will undoubtedly break her heart all over
again.

Peyton listened until Jay’s familiar laugh rang high and then she breathed

out. His laugh was a form of remedy for her. Though he was so much like Peyton and Graham, he was
far different from them. Jay was comfortable with his life. For Peyton, she was just
managing.

Shaking her head, Peyton looked down at the papers sprawled on the table. The

sound of a chair scratching caught her attention. When she lifted her gaze, she was irritated to see none
other than Callum Reid sitting in front of her, his arms crossed over his
chest.

Peyton closed her eyes tight and sat properly in her chair. It was a talk Callum

wanted, and Peyton had thoroughly avoided it since his return.

“Peyton,” Callum acknowledged in a dull

tone.

“Callum,” she said, mimicking the lifeless pitch in his

voice.

His lips pursed and he eyed her. Silence was exchanged between them,

suffocating her. When it reached an unbearable quota, Peyton started to collect her
work.

“Why does everyone in this town love you so much but hate me? I grew up

here too.”

His question startled her, causing Peyton to lift her head and glance at him. His

eyes swept over the pub, filled with disbelief.

He really doesn’t get it.

“Because you left, Callum,” Peyton

stated.

He slowly turned his head until his eyes met hers. Callum’s jaw locked as if

he were attempting to control his emotions around her.

“So did everyone else,” he pointed

out.

“Everyone had their reasons.”

Callum’s eyes flashed and he abruptly leant forward. “And I

didn’t, Peyton?”

“Yes, you did. But you didn’t give me a reason. They all

left because they gave a reason. They told the town. They let people know. But you? You just up and
left, Callum. You didn’t tell me.”

Callum flinched like her words had hurt him, which Peyton found ridiculous.

“I had my reasons, Peyton,” he said through clenched teeth. “But that
doesn’t explain why these people I’ve grown up with can’t even look at
me.”

This time, it was Peyton who flinched. Her eyes burned. He still didn’t get

it.

“Because you didn’t come back!” she shouted, tears running

down her cheeks. That façade she had hid behind crumbled. She no longer used a fake smile. For
Peyton, this was as raw and as naked as it got for her.

His eyes grew sadder, but she didn’t care. Around them the voices had

started to hush until the pub had silenced around them.

“Look around you, Peyton. Nobody else came back!” Callum raised

his voice.

Her heart clenched at the truth he spoke.

“But they did,” she sobbed.

Callum shook his head. “No, they

didn’t.”

“But they did when I needed them the most!” Peyton cried before

she wiped the tears from her cheeks, hating the weakness she was
showing.

“What?” he breathed.

“They all came back—every single one of them. The town hates you

because you didn’t come back. Everyone came back, Callum. My parents’
funeral—they were all there…except for you!” Her lips trembled as the heat burned
through her chest.

“Peyton,” he said almost

apologetically.

“No! That one day. Their funeral. That was the day you could have

redeemed yourself, Callum. I don’t care if you couldn’t love me. I needed you then. I lost
them and you didn’t show. It was their funeral, Callum. They died. My parents, they loved you.
Don’t you get that? They loved you! They wanted me to forgive you, but I couldn’t, and
when they died, I knew I could never forgive you. You didn’t have to be there for me. You could
have been there to pay your respects or to say goodbye, but you didn’t. The moment I buried
them, I buried any hope of you redeeming yourself.”

“I’m—”

Peyton shook her head. “Save it. If you had just come back, I would have

forgiven you for breaking my heart. I don’t care if you couldn’t love me back. I just
needed your support and for you to acknowledge their deaths. They all came back. The only person who
didn’t show was you.” Peyton sniffed and tucked her hair behind her
ear.

That was the day she had vowed she would never let him back into her life. The

last glint of hope had died with the very last breath her parents had breathed that day all those years
ago.

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Len Webster is a romance-loving Melburnian with dreams of finding her version of

‘The One.’ But until that moment happens, she writes. Having just graduated
with her BBusCom from Monash University, Len is now busy writing her next romance about how
a boy met a girl, and how they fell completely and hopelessly in love.